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On Logan's 18th birthday, I told him I was going to take him out to eat or something. Assuming that our longtime friend Mike Levario could get us booze to celebrate with, we called him. Mike agreed to celebrate with us at his apartment. After dinner we went to Mike's apartment and proceded to get Logan super-fucked up. I'm talking like, this guy loved the way shots of whisky tasted. He put away a bunch of that, some <insert minty booze here> and some beer and kinda started wondering around the apartment. This being the first time he was really plastered, Logan ended up wearing the Bud Light box as pants. I ended up taking him home where he went to bed.
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